Broken Compass Book 소설 & 이야기

They are quietly for a while without talking to each other but before they could finish up their meal Alice's pendant suddenly began to glow as the compass wings began moving, then pointing towards the south. The four travellers looked at each other and then at the compass in confusion, the south was Aceland and they had already left Aceland and travelled right across numerous countries to another province which was a long way to go back. "It's pointing towards home, meaning we have to go back." Alice said as she stood up. "If the swords were back at home then why didn't the compass react a long time ago and made us travel this heavy long distance?" Mario asked in confusion, Gagé pulled Alic

The Nostro compass was like a living being on the verge of choosing its own master. Although Ren couldn’t see it, his perception was extremely strong. He also firmly fixed his gaze on the compass. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The compass was suspended in mid-air and rotating constantly, making a noise similar to turning cogwheels. It remained that way for a dozen seconds. Suddenly, the compass accelerated and dashed toward Jim. “The Eta Fate’s chosen one has arrived! The Nostro compass has been returned to its proper owner!” Golden light burst forth when the compass landed in Jim’s hands.

The sound of rushing water grew louder, the air colder, as if something waited for them at the river’s end. Finally, at a fork deep within the cavern, the compass needle began to spin wildly—losing its orientation completely, yet somehow declaring that they had arrived. Alia held her breath, her gaze tracking the erratic motion of the needle until she noticed a tangled pile just ahead: driftwood, torn fabric, splintered metal, and bits of debris all knotted together like a forgotten grave of time. Jim glanced at her. For a fleeting second, they shared the same look—wary, expectant.

I wake with a start, breathing fast, pulse raging. Julian’s asleep next to me. I slip from the sofa and head downstairs. In the basement, I search for air. I find the stack of evidence, flash drives, passports, the compass. I run my finger over the compass. Twice. Slipping. I realize something: the compass has more than one chamber. I twist it open. Inside, folded tight, is a tiny note, inked in my mother’s handwriting: “You hold the key. The rest is on the back of the compass.”

And I certainly won’t want that not until I read enough books to get rid of my sorrows. “ How could she do this to me?” I squat in front of the book, tore into two parts. It is as though my heart…life was torn into two parts. I picked it up, as it was soaking with my tears. “ What is wrong with Sage lately?” she was gradually behaving like Lisa, heartless, manipulator.. best at being the victim. Wiping my tears, I tried to fix my book myself, but one thing I am sure of it would never remain as it was.

Vines capped with spiked leaves crawled up golden trellises, nearly kissing the domed ceiling high above my head. I paused, drinking everything in. What I really needed was to find my second hint and make my way back to my mates, but beauty like this deserved to be appreciated. An errant thought hit me, and I cursed myself for being so stupid. The compass! I had my way back to my mates—my home. I rummaged through the folds of my gown, to the hidden pocket within. My fingers met silken fabric. Gone was the bite of warm metal. My compass was gone.

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

But even as they crossed the threshold into the manor, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something unseen had followed them. The library became their rallying point, its familiar scent of old books and wood polish grounding them after the chaos. Callan moved to the window, their glowing eyes scanning the horizon. Vivienne sat by the fireplace, idly cleaning her dagger. Jamie dropped into a chair with a groan, his skateboard resting against the table, while Crane busied himself organizing the journals they had brought back. “Another fracture sealed,” Emma said, breaking the silence. “But it doesn’t feel like we’ve made much progress.”

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.